Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-EWe're takin' calls on the wish lineMaking all your wacky wishes come trueHello1-I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a six four ImpalaI wish I was like six-foot-nineSo I can get with LeoshiCause she don't know me but yo she's really fineYou know I see her all the timeEverywhere I go, and even in my dreamsI can scheme a way to make her mineCause I know she's livin phatHer boyfriend's tall and he plays ballSo how am I gonna compete with that'Cause when it comes to playing basketballI'm always last to be pickedAnd in some cases never picked at allSo I just lean up on the wallOr sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girlsWho came to watch their men ballDag y'all! I never understood, blackWhy the jocks get the fly girlsAnd me I get the hood ratsI tell 'em scat, skittle, scabobbleGot hit with a bottleAnd I been in the hospitalFor talkin' that messI confess it's a shame when you livin' in a cityThat's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' nameGlad I came to my sensesLike quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomachOvercommeth by the thoughts of me and her togetherRight?So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type(rpt 1, 1)I wish I had a brand-new carSo far, I got this hatchbackAnd everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed atAnd when I'm in my car I'm laid backI got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseatBut that's flatAnd do you really want to know what's really whackSee I can't even get a dateSo, what do you think of that?I heard that prom night is a bomb nightWith the hood rats you can hold tightBut really tho' I 'm a figaroWhen I'm in my car I can't even get a helloWell so many people want to cruise Crenshaw on SundayWell then I'ma have to get in my car and goYou know I take the 110 until the 105Get off at Crenshaw tell my homies look aliveCause it's hard to survive when your livin'In a concrete jungle andThese girls just keep passin' me byShe looks fly, she looks flyMakes me say my, my, my(rpt 1, 1)I wish I was a little bit taller...I wish I was a baller...I wish I was a little bit taller y'allI wish I was a baller (3)Hey, I wish I had my way'Cause everyday would be a FridayYou could even speed on the highwayI would play ghetto gamesName my kids ghetto namesLittle Mookie, big Al, LorraineYo you know that's on the realSo if you're down on your luckThen you should notice how I feelCause if you don't want me aroundSee I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhoundHey, you , what's that sound?Everybody look what's going downAhhhh, yes, ain't that fresh?Everybody wants to get down like dat(rpt 1, 1)I wish, I wish, I wish...